Suspense
We arrive at my old Middle School in 30 minutes. We tiptoe past the office, then run at top speed towards the 8th grade section of the building. Funny how quiet it is in a place where someone's about to be murdered..."No running in the halls, Children!" A teacher calls indignantly at us.
"Sorry!" Piper has the decency to yell as we run past.
Memories come flooding back as we sprint past familiar doorways. Some good. Some...not so good.
Whatever.
We reach a classroom door that's blocked by a very scared 6th grader, glued sideways in the doorway.
"Are you sure this's the place?" Asks Piper.
"What else would it be?" Laughs Charlie.
We pry the girl off the door and tell her that it's all a dream. She only whimpers.
I turn the door handle.
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